Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.